Luyện nghe bài hát (The City Of) Chicago

In the of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall
There are people of the hills of Donegal

Eighteen forty-seven was the year it all
Deadly pains of hunger a million from the land
They journeyed not for glory, their motive wasn't
A voyage of across the stormy sea

To the city of Chicago, as the shadows fall
There are people of the hills of Donegal

Some of them knew fortune and some of them fame
More of them hardship, died upon the plane
They spread throughout the nation, they the railroad cars
Brought their songs and music to their lonely hearts

To the city of Chicago, as the evening fall
are people dreaming of the hills of Donegal